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| Posted on 2006-07-06 11:10:12 |
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Is this you on the small pic, laying on the bicycle paint?
It's a great photo, congrats!!!
such an artistic one.... |
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| Posted on 2006-07-07 01:10:36 |
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Thanks! Yes that is me trying desperately to ride the pavement. It was taken in San Francisco about a month ago. |
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| Posted on 2006-07-07 04:44:09 |
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| Small-Talker |
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Why is a bicycle parking lane so wide? |
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| Posted on 2006-07-07 13:58:17 |
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Bicycle "parking" lane? Eh? |
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| Posted on 2006-07-07 20:33:37 |
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Its a bicycle cycling lane. Why the bicycle 'logo' had to be so freakin' big, I'll never know. |
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| Posted on 2006-07-09 04:36:42 |
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| swampsong |
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I agree. T'is a nice picture. Especially the framing...I wonder what kind of marvelous photographer could have captured such a shot?
Pedal away, boy. Pedal til you can't pedal anymore! |
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| Posted on 2006-07-10 16:37:53 |
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| Vrak |
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I once crashed my bike into a person that was walking in the cycle lane, and then I said hey buddy you should'nt be walking in the cycle lane open your f*%^ing eyes!! and then he tryed to hit me so I had to cycle away......the end |
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| Posted on 2006-07-10 20:02:33 |
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| StreetCarpet |
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| I once crashed my bike into a person that was walking in the cycle lane, and then I said hey buddy you should'nt be walking in the cycle lane open your f*%^ing eyes!! and then he tryed to hit me so I had to cycle away......the end |
Haha! I once crashed into an old man when cycling in a nearby park.
He was surprisingly calm about it too, considering how fast I was cycling.
Old people are funny. |
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| Posted on 2006-07-10 21:15:42 |
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Oooh, I wanna share a biking story. Think, Think, Think. Ok. Got one.
When I was 7, I was trying to ride a bike that was way to big for me...I made it about 20 feet before I fell over unto a barbed wire fence, slicing open my arm and jabbing a hole in my head. I still have a massive scar - that's what happens when your parents think that stitches are unnecessary. The end. I would have shared a bike lane story, but they don't exist in the woods. |
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| Posted on 2006-07-11 00:43:57 |
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When I was younger, I once trid to ride a bike, but I didnīt know how to brake. So I rode down a hill and fell directly into a field of brennnesseln (the dict.leo.org translates it with stinging-nettles). However, I assumed my father, who watched the incident, came over to me and he would comfort and care for me. But instead he screamed something like "Get out of the Nettles! It didnīt hurt, donīt start crying". Of course he said that in german.
So I was really shocked that he reacted that way. Today I know why he did so. He tried to raise me to someone independent and stuff.
*sigh*...this one is a good therapy! |
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| Posted on 2006-07-11 08:08:33 |
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The topic is goin' crazy, hahahahahahaha;) |
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| Posted on 2006-07-11 22:41:29 |
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When I was younger, I once trid to ride a bike, but I didnīt know how to brake. So I rode down a hill and fell directly into a field of brennnesseln (the dict.leo.org translates it with stinging-nettles). However, I assumed my father, who watched the incident, came over to me and he would comfort and care for me. But instead he screamed something like "Get out of the Nettles! It didnīt hurt, donīt start crying". Of course he said that in german.
So I was really shocked that he reacted that way. Today I know why he did so. He tried to raise me to someone independent and stuff.
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Hahahahahahahaha. Now THAT'S the kind of parenting I like to hear about. I feel for you, buddy.
When I pictured your dad screaming in German...It played out really scary/near-psychotic. FYI. |
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| Posted on 2006-07-12 10:30:32 |
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When I was small (well, smaller than now) one day I was cycling happily on a pavement near my home...
And because I was already in love with the good spring late afternoon sunlight, I decided to watch myself mirrored into the shop windows, while cycling, with the fresh breeze... very fast...
And... erhm... a nice red Alfa Romeo was parked just few meters after me:
So.. I crashed so badly in it, destroying the bycicle's front wheel and hardly hit the rear window of the car...
The dreams about sunlight, breeze and sense of freedom lasted few seconds, sigh.
PLEASE, note: the car was parked ON the pavement. That was Italy, 1981.
Now you can maybe see trains parking on pavements over here :) |
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| Posted on 2006-07-13 01:03:08 |
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all good stories |
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| Posted on 2006-07-13 14:11:08 |
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bicycle story:
everybody always says riding a bicycle is something you'll never forget - once you've learned it. i can confirm that this is not true. i learned to ride my bike when i was like 5 and then had no bike till i got one for my birthday - the 11th or 12th it must have been. riding it seemed impossible, and my dad had to go through all the learning procession one more time, including pushing me, holding the saddle while i was cycling and all that... sad story, but i had to learn it twice...
*note: i think oyu can forget EVERYTHING. i once was a very talented cooker, nowadays i can hardly heat up spaghetti...* |
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| Posted on 2006-07-14 15:22:31 |
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i have to share my story:
when i was 7 i had no bicycle. Our neighbours's little kid (3-4 years old) had a bike that time... i was so jealous of this bike.
anyway,
one day his mummy asked me to take him to the garden and look after him while he is riding it.
i said yes...
then i asked him if he wants to ride it at the hills.
and he said yes...
then i pushed him down the cliff (hahahahhaaha).
after one minute he fell, then the bicycle started to ride him...
then i ran after him, and took his hand and took him to his home...
his mother didnt get angry with me..
but he was about to faint.... |
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